When the torrent of scarlet chakra broke through the barrier of reality, I fell into the Shura field called "Ninja World". Here, chakra is no longer the fighting energy in hot-blooded comics, but a living brand that carries the most intense emotions of mankind. Every tremor of chakra is wrapped with the unfinished obsession of the dead and the torn souls of the living. In the eyes of my awakened "spiritual vision", it turned into thousands of steel blades that cut out the hearts.
I am a person abandoned by fate, witnessing the darkest nerve endings in the ninja world - the solidified despair in the Nine-Tails Rebellion, the extinguished starlight in Obito's pupils, and the regret and unwillingness that have not cooled down in every body that falls in a pool of blood. These eyes that can glimpse the memory of chakra are both an oracle and a curse, which made me repeatedly languish in the slices of countless other people's fates, and was forced to face the truth of the ninja world poured with blood.
In this filthy land woven of hatred and lies, there is no protagonist and no established script. I am just a foreigner with zero chakra talent, but I am burdened with a heavier fate than a tailed beast - to understand every sob echoed in chakra, to piece together the identities of all living beings buried by history. Because here, every tremor of chakra is an unfinished elegy of life, and I will eventually find my own path to salvation in this hell.
